Holy Angel

55. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring

Mela/Miya
A Couple Days Later

"Aw, my baby is leaving me tonight." She pouted down at him as she sat on his lap. She cupped his face with both her hands and sighed heavily.

"It's only for a day or two. My momma needs me." His hands cupped her ass as he leaned his head back onto the back on the chair, pulling his head away from her with a slight mug.

Mela arched her brow before raising both her brows. "Then why is your whole crew going?"

"What they look like staying up in my house like they own that bitch?" He mugged at her causing her to giggle.

She placed her hands in between her thighs and licked on her lips. Mela stared at her boyfriend and smirked to herself at how handsome he really was. She was lucky to have him or should she say both of them.

Mela squinted her eyes at him as he took one hand off her ass and she watched him grab his phone from beside him and got on it. She waited for a moment, just because it may have been important, but after a few more seconds of him being on his phone she smacked her lips with an eye roll. She slid off his lap and stood to her feet, pulling her boyshorts out her ass.

"Man, what is your problem?" Marcus smacked his lips as he grabbed on her arm and pulled her back onto his lap. She sat sideways on top of him with her arms folded.

"I don't have a problem." Mela looked down at her thighs with her arms folded.

A light chuckle came from him as his arms suddenly wrapped around her. She felt his lips kiss under her ear.

"You're more emotional than Miya. With your fake hard ass." She felt him kiss her neck just above her sweet spot.

Mela could feel the slight heartbeat from her inside her boy-shorts and instantly crossed her legs together. She was supposed to be fake mad at him for attention, not feel a heartbeat in her pussy because he turned her on so quickly.

"Shut up." Mela mumbled as she shoved her hands in between her thighs. The pounding starting to become a slight form of pleasure for her, keeping her entirely too calm.

He took her hand from in between her legs and substituted hers with his. He cupped her vagina with one hand and chuckled.

"Somebody's horny." His tongue dragged up and down her neck.

"No, no, no get off me." Mela leaned away from him, but leaning too far to the right and falling off his lap.

"Why you running away from me?"

Mela quickly stood to her feet. "I don't want it." She folded her arms across her chest with her nose pointed up.

He stood to his feet and hovered over her. "I think you do." He raised one of his brows with a slight smirk.

"No I don't. I just want your attention." She stomped her feet like a toddler and threw her arms by her side.

"Baby you know you have all my attention. A nigga can't check his phone or something?" He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in. His strong cologne putting her in a slight trance.

She quickly snapped out of it and shook her head. "No. Now what if I was checking my phone for more than a few minutes and your sitting next to me?"

"I know you're not insecure." He arched his brow down at her causing her to smack her lips.

"No, nigga, I'm a jealous ass bitch who wants all of her mans attention when he's in my presence." Mela huffed. She wrapped her arms around his body as she rested her chin on his chest.